I coast softly with the wind,
towards shore.
Sunlight holds me up; moonlight towing me in.
A vast ocean of rights and wrongs behind me: the lessons I’ve learned at every island.
I gaze back at the miles of green-blue waters and know I can rely on one constant and it’s the waves–
Some let me ride them to new destinations; some sweep me off my feet, pulling me under.
I drift into shore soon, so I better enjoy the ride.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
In the end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away, Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again. Today
It fell in large, fluffy clusters and small, shiny dots at a rate that was steady steady and metered. Light and flaky it settled spread–
Last week a work friend informed me that the Concert of Valor was to happen in DC for free. Then said, we should skip school
